Falkir

For 's Slayers D20 campaign.

Once upon a time, there was an elderly mage named Falkir. He was an incredible sorcerer, having completed many heroic feats in his previous life. But he was old. And was not one to die gracefully.

He created a clone of himself, the clone crafted in his youthful image. The clone was imprinted with all of his memories except for his most recent ones. He left the clone alone for a couple of moments, only to return to find that it had... wandered off completely.

... The clone is who I will be playing.

...

He is convinced he is a badass, epic-level sorcerer capable of destroying villages and decimating dragons despite only being level 6 and barely capable of casting a black magic spell. He blows, in other words. But he sure as hell doesn't know that!

yeah.

he's a special boy.